At the University of Texas at Austin, in the Computer Science building, was a stall door-covering missive by a young woman who liked a particular sexual practice which might be considered abusive and potentially damaging, which I don't name here because, you know, kids, and whether she should try to live without it even though she craved it and sometimes called her ex because he'd do it. People responded with name-calling suggesting she was sick or a slut; phone numbers where she could get help for her mental health, sexual abuse hotlines, rape counseling, women's shelters; more than one person suggesting God or Jesus could help; people discussing the rightness of informed consent for adults; and the OP's responses. It was all written only slightly larger than it would be on looseleaf filler, and probably ran four or five thousand words. It made me look more closely at the few female students in the program at the time.
Then one day, it was a smudged mess, and the next, painted over. I wish like hell I'd taken a picture.
Maryn, too late